Magnet
Torn through bone and flesh,
This heart that swelled awake and started beating rhythm for my breath
When it felt the tug, electro-magnetic,
Now wrenched out of space and time.
It hears the call of its master, mercilessly pulled
To narrow halls, stuffed birds, spinach mash and evensong.
To where I don’t belong,
Cannot abide.
And thus it ever was.
All bled out, the drops turn clear, stains on my cheek,
And my ragged breath grows heavy with knowledge.
It has lost its timekeeper.
To borrow a phrase, “here.”